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A lot of stuff happened, which I did not tell you all about thru this website. I
mean, apart from the art related stuff, but then again… isn’t it all art related
in a way? Anyway, this has been kind of a bluesy year for me, so far. Yet,
lately I sense a swiftly growing light coming from the dark end of the tunnel.
The tables are turning, one could say. But since one can never be sure about
such things, let’s leave it at this and knock the hell out of a piece of wood.

Speaking of girls making impacts, I saw El Bandita last Sunday kicking fucking
ass at the Metropolis Afterparty. She was truly amazing on that stage, in the
sense that she was a sort of Iggy Pop-ish rock junky wearing a pair of euro
thrash housepants, singing Joey Ramone-like lyrics to some really corny —yet
pretty kickass— beats and being brilliant at it. She topped the performance
by dancing a moonwalk all across the front of the stage, while whipping out a
clever guitar solo. Straight after the gig, I went backstage to ask her what a
man needed to do to make her marry him. ‘Well, first of all, cut off your dick’
was her electric lesbian punkrock response. This, of course, made me love
her even more. One more reason to see the riplets jam at the International
Skateboardchampionship Rotterdam Afterparty
at Nighttown, friday the

That same night a girl friend of mine pulled a really weird girly-trick on a guy
standing just outside the Consul Bar (used to be Rotterdam film bar, named
after the main character in ‘Under The Volcano’). A bum wouldn’t sell us his
bike for six and a half euros so we walked. Then, when I found some grass
in my pocket we went back for a last try and offered the guy six and a half
euros AND the narcotics. Nope. The bum was unbreakable. Besides, another
guy had already gone in the bar to break 50 euros and buy the bike for ten
and so our beloved bum was waiting just for those ten euros. The guy came
out, bought the bike and that was that. You’d think. This nameless girl I was
with started an I-don’t-know-what on the guy and eventually he sold her the
bike for 5 euros. FIVE! he had bought that bike 5 minutes before for ten euros
and was now selling it to my lady friend for five!!! Girls are amazing. Can you
imagine a guy buying a bike from a girl for 5 euros, which she just bought for
ten? I don’t think so. Anyway, ten minutes later I crashed my own bike into a
fence at central station, broke my handlebar and my face. My friend and me
both thought it’s good to make these occasional crashes. it provides one with
just the adrenalin the movie Fight Club is based upon. Besides, I was truly
wasted. All’s well that ends well.

It cannot be long before Lord Peterson drops his long awaited first twelve inch.
Just you bitches keep on squirting gasoline all over the fire!

(excellent bird drawing by a dude called Roger Tory Peterson)


  1. Barrabas
    Posted July 8, 2005 at 12:54 pm | Permalink

    wat een verhaal.

    groeten Barrabas

  2. nicole
    Posted July 8, 2005 at 2:26 pm | Permalink

    love the drawing.

  3. Jeroen
    Posted July 9, 2005 at 11:06 am | Permalink

    It’s a whole special world they will work to get.